To say he was shocked when he walked into his office and found an unexpected guest would be an understatement.   “This must be a dream come true, I suppose,” MJ spoke up with her back turned against the young man, her eyes trailing over the tall buildings in the city as she faced out the huge window.  It always amazed her, she could never get used to the thrill of being on top, no matter where she was. The power she felt every time she was on the highest floors of a building, every time she stood to see the beauty of a city stretching out into the distance, the enormous buildings, the parks, the waterfalls, the busy streets; it reminded her just how much she contributed to it all, and not just the finance that comes with it, but being part of history and having built a legacy.  People could talk and think of her however they like years from now, but it would never rewrite the

 "We really have to stop running into each other like this."  Logan scowled, what was Zoe still doing here?  "What did I say about questioning her in my absence?" He asked coldly.  She raised her hands in mock surrender. "Easy there, tiger. I haven't been to your lady's room yet," she said in defensive.  Logan's face changed when he spotted his archenemy strolling towards them, dressed in a bloody shirt.  "Parker," Kyle greeted with a firm nod, his hands buried deep in his pants pockets.  "Kyle, what are doing here?"  Kyle Davids raised an eyebrow at him and looked around in awareness. "Last time I checked, this was a public hospital."  Logan snorted. "Exactly," he spat, and Kyle tensed. "Are your finances that bad?"   Kyle laughed hum

 Logan was anxious about everything, he could not even stay at the hospital to find out how his friend was doing. He could not help but wonder if Jorge would make it, what if he died?  All Logan wanted was to get back at him and punish him for lying to him about MJ.  After what went down with Thuso, Logan knew that he would most likely end up killing someone; he did not want to hurt Jorge himself, that was why he told Caroline Becker's husband that Jorge had slept with his wife.  Logan was not sure about the speculation either, but he knew how his friend operated, and Doctor Becker was not an angel either, she had been trying to get into Jorge's pants for years now, but Jorge had always refused, because her husband was a dangerous politician.  Jorge was a bit tipsy that evening, he probably did not even think about it. Logan remembered how flushed Caroline was when th

 The unexpected visit resulted in Logan remaining in his office for the rest of the day. He had even asked Natalia to cancel all his meetings and then he banned everyone from coming to his floor and office.  He spent a few hours signing off documents to finalise the shipments. His company made about thrice its normal profit three times in a month, and today was one those times. They referred to it as the Rush Hour, that was when all their ships went off for shipments of different goods to different places across the world.  He started his business as a company that designed and sold ships, and then he upgraded to transportation of goods. He made money both ways, but shipping was his gold mine.  As soon as he finished signing off the deals, he placed everything else on hold.  The man's visit had taken his mind off all the things that had him on edge earlier, he now had

 By the time he left his office in the evening, it was as if there was a hurricane in there.  However, the mess and damage could never compare to what was in his heart, it felt like someone was twisting a knife in his chest.  He had finished all the alcohol in his office, something he had not done since the last time he went to confront Antonina. Drinking, that is.  But even with all that alcohol coursing through his veins, it did nothing to numb the pain or divert his thoughts.  He could not believe that Jackson wanted him to help the same person who was bringing mischief in his life, MJ Billings was ruining his life and she had been doing it from the day she walked into his office pretending to be someone else.  She was bad for his life, but for some reason, she had a hold on him, and he could not find a way to pry out of her clutches.